Waffles & Hash browns
My personal experience at the Waffle House was less than ideal. It started when I drove up to the place and parked my car. The few workers that were there were all congregated outside the place just ‘hanging out.’ It definitely wasn’t a staff meeting.
On this particular day, I happened to go straight after work. The place was pretty empty except for one lone man eating on the far side of the restaurant from where I was seated.
As you may or may not know, the menu is also very limited here—waffles, eggs, hash browns, and maybe a couple other things, but that’s pretty much it. I placed my order with the girl who escorted me to my table—she also happened to be the one that cooked my food as she smacked on her chewing gum.
As I observed my surroundings and watched her cook my food, I realized anyone could probably just come in off the street and slop their own food around in this “kitchen.” The place did not look very clean and it was less than appealing to watch the food being made.